The next morning i woke up to Justin and Brantley jumping on me.
"Wake up sweetheart! We got a meeting in six hours." Brantley said.
"If you enjoy being alive, you'll get off!"
They both laugh. "Well we gotta go to Nashville, so get dressed" Justin says.
After they leave I roll outta bed. I wear a dark royal blue dress. It's tight to my chest and waist, then flarez out, and ends above my knees. I curled my hair and put it in a tight, sleeked back pony.I wore it with my plain brown boots, and a black leather jacket. On the way out I grab my black cross neckalace.
"Okay boys, lets go!" I kissed Aunties cheek.
We piled into Justins single cab ford. Justin was driving, so i was squeezed in the middle, trying tostay off the boys. "You can lay against me, with your head on my shoulder," Brantley whispers in my ear. I smile up at him as her puts his arm around me, pulling me closer into his side.
About five hours later we pulled into the studio. Brantley took my hand, and led me around for introductions.
"Brantley! My man, is this her?" asked someone I didnt know. Brantley turned to shake his hand, smiling down at me. "Yeah, this is her. Sayre, this is our producer Nashville."
"It's good to meet you. Now I dont want to wast time by going over details if you wont be good enough. That being said, show us what you got."
I smiled and picked up the guitar. I sang Miranda Lamberts "More Like Her" with everything I had in me.
I walked back to Brantley. "So?" I asked.
Nashville smiled at me. "Welcome to the tour!"
I huged them all, and we set to work.
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Alright (a Brantley Gilbert love story)
FanficA small-town girl from Georgia , Sayre has always felt like she was worthless. While she knew her Aunt Rhonda was a socialist of their town, she didn't know that her Aunt had ties to the father of her idol... the one and only Brantley Gilbert. One...
